Stavanger Bay I saw a great white light,

He was terribly late.

Tahoe had spent his day like any other, marking the borders; religiously scouting. He was awful hungry that day, the sight of a scrawny hare was enough to derail his entire itinerary. Despite its skinny size, the hare was much more deft than he expected, and easily outmaneuvered him on flat land. He chased it into more hilly terrain, farther off from the borders. Umbra’s call reached him there, but he was so close to capturing the creature now, he couldn’t possibly let it go. The pursuit ended shortly thereafter. Tahoe took a few bites out of the carcass and embarked to the nearest cache to deposit the rest; he knew he’d probably be questioned on his whereabouts, the carcass provided an alibi—otherwise he would’ve finished it all. Finally, he started towards his superior’s howl.

He arrived, lightly bloodied and muddied. A trio of them were gathered up ahead, he kept his gait relaxed and head low as he approached.